Oh, good. So the incident at  The New Year’s Party That Shall Not Be Named hadn’t completely alienated her from Sheldon Cooper 2.0. A small scoff. “Duh. Fry and Leela OTP.” Thank god she’d not said anything dumb, though.

He got up from his sitting area, jaw practically to the floor. Darcy of all people--was actually a futurama fan? Maybe  he’d had her pegged all wrong, despite still liking her the  way he thought she was. “You’re kidding.” 

Shuffling close to her, he stared down at her with ecstatic eyes, suddenlyrubbing the back of his neck, “Honestly  I’m a bit surprised.Sorry to say. But--What do you  think about Kif & Amy?”

“Nice t-shirt.” That’s it. That’s the compliment.

“Uh---yeah...thanks.” 

Lewis attempts to act casual. On the inside  he’s touched, like she had poured his heart out to him, but something strikes him.

“Hold on, Darcy. Since when did you like Futurama?”

What had supposedly been some lighthearted  if ill-advised fun on a night she’d usually throw caution to the wind ever more so now becoming  a talked about snooze fest of epic proportions,  Darcy even felt just a little put out. Talk about  raining on her parade. But he ran after her and she had to be honest, she liked the attention. So she gave in, stopping mid-step and looking back at him expectantly. But then her gaze  became wide and a sense of disbelief hit her like a brick to the face.

"What? Nooooo!”

Lewis didn't know what to expect. But he wasn't an idiot. (Sort of.) His shock being replaced with a look of displeasure. He should have known.

"Thanks."

Commenting on her sarcasm. Adjusting his tie, Lewis gave a roll of his eyes, stare trailing down to his feet,

"I just thought it was important to know--or something. But if apparently not; then just never mind it."

Clearly he was embarrassed. 

Raising his hand in the air, he gave a shrug, finger pointed,

"In fact, let's pretend we never had this conversation to share with the office, shall we? Thank you for the kiss, Darcy. It was---lovely."

Half honest, half attempting to sound experienced. 

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"Uh,  y e a h .  Tradition.  Get over it,  it’s  not like  you’ll  catch   rabies  or  we’ll wake up married.” Oh, so he’s one of those nerds. Great. And so Operation Backtrack is a go. It  had been a rather spontaneous effort any way, and so excuses were easily made as she let out an awkward huff, continuing to shuffle her way around the office in search of another drink.

He practically picked his jaw off the floor at her words, flushing a bright red at how naive and inexperienced he must have sounded. Before Lewis could let out another word she fled, the biologist hastily trailing behind her as he scratched the back of his head.

"Darcy--nononono. No." He attempted to mutter low enough so that no one could hear him. Stopping her as politely as he could, he jammed a hand in his pocket, tongue flicking over his lower lip, 

"It's not that simple."

He gave himself a moment, like revealing this information t her took a lot of courage and was about the biggest secret ever

"--I've never actually kissed a girl before until---um, just now."

"Happy New Year!"

At the sound of shouts and streamers when the final number dropped, Lewis hardly had time to react to the shout and pair of alarming lips that met his. Shocked, he backed off as quick as he could like a cat in water, wide eyes meeting who he did not expect at all--Darcy. Someone out of his league and frankly, social class.

"You just kissed me."